The Culinary Tales Week 7: Starting Over and Lessons in Poultry
We graduated onto Intro II, which meant: New chef (new rules.) New recipes. (New angst.) New floor (new bathroom, hence new favorite toilet.) It turned…
We graduated onto Intro II, which meant: New chef (new rules.) New recipes. (New angst.) New floor (new bathroom, hence new favorite toilet.) It turned…
Finals week was just plain exhausting, starting with our written final and knife cuts practical on Monday. A little frightening, looking back now, how much knife…
Week 5 turned out to be a kaleidoscope of highs and lows. The Lows: We had another pop quiz and this time, we had to…
I came across a cache of old photos from this trip to New York ten years ago to this day, so I thought I’d take a…
Week Four started off with a bang when, unexpectedly, we were ordered to set up our stations for a pop quiz on knife cuts. We were supposed…
If I heard the word “push” one more time, I thought I would vomit. Every time Chef Bad Cop uttered the phrase, I wanted to…
The teachers weren’t kidding when they said this was a “push” week, when we learned about sauces, soups and pasta. Sounded simple enough, but if you’ve ever tried…
I survived the first week. But barely. Culinary school is cool and exciting and I say this with the complete understanding that I’m demented enough to…
My mid-life crisis came early. I was supposed to be a journalist. I ended up building Websites instead. Not that it was a bum trade,…
November 30, 2007 Here I am again, back in London after a year and a half hiatus. It’s not that I’ve tired of it (Samuel Johnson…